Dying Heart

Can we pause a moment.. stop in our tracks.. maybe, just stop with all the realism.. for a moment... My heart is dying from it, my soul is fading out . It's like I need to shout... Please don't let me forget... forget how it feels to have fireworks within how it feels to have every step going against gravity.. To not have felt this way, a pity... How it feels to see everything nothing short of beauty To have imagination so close, you could kiss it.. To embrace another soul so tight with your own, your heart beats twice faster.. And it seems nothing else would matter; Not the world's approval, not that gold medal, not that ace level. Not that coveted job, the direction of the mob. For a moment now, can I snap out of mechanical reality- Can we let that unrest within spring forth, run wild against every natural law, every theory Bathe in that magical luxury... soak in the surge of power brought forth by this mystery... float in the pleasurable weakness of the broken walls of pride This is what being Alive is.. Awakening every sense, every sphere of the being. That unreal bliss.. And in your last breath, this, I assure you.. This is what would be clearest and closest to your incredible... magical heart.. Closest, to your dying heart